Darkness entrenches her
The ghost like fog wraps around
Her body like a quilt
But this fog is nothing like a quilt.
Sure, its solid like a quilt,
Heavy like a quilt.
But that's just a simile
Used for imagery.
The darkness
And the fog,
The coldness
The emptiness.
Where is the warmth of a quilt?
How did she get into a place
Like this, with no sun, no protection,
And low visibility?
Only deep inside of her brain lies the answer.
But can she find it?
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
Darkness entrenches her
The ghost like fog wraps around
Her body like a quilt
But this fog is nothing like a quilt.
Sure, its solid like a quilt,
Heavy like a quilt.
But that's just a simile
Used for imagery.
The darkness
And the fog,
The coldness
The emptiness.
Where is the warmth of a quilt?
How did she get into a place
Like this, with no sun, no protection,
And low visibility?
Only deep inside of her brain lies the answer.
But can she find it?
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